my god
you really were going to eat me whole
teaspoon of earth stirred into morning
bassline hold on tight
there is a dead stallion in the field and
looks like i’ve been held up tonight
by your incisers at least electronic music
has a shelter and his packed lunch ready ‘cos traffic
is chock-a-block cheese sandwich
prepared inappropriately by some doting creature
the poet is synergistic with defeat in retrospect
i never did enjoy peeling your oranges
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Blossom Hibbert has a pamphlet, suddenly, it’s now, published by Leafe Press. Her work has been published in places such as The Temz Review, Litter, International Times and Buttonhook Press. She hides in Nottingham, drinking too much coffee and finding inspiration in blazing monotony.
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